[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Silent night, there's no light, that's when I start creepin' like a
Silent night, there's no light, that's when I start creepin' like a
Silent night, there's no light, that's when I start creepin' like a
Silent night, there's no silent night, there's no silent night
Silent night, there's no light, that's when I start creepin' like a
Silent night, there's no light, that's when I start creepin' like a
Silent night, there's no light, that's when I start creepin' like a
Hitman, scope my man, then I toss the dynamite

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Yeah, this DJ Paul in the house with the Volume 15
For all them n***as who got some mothafuckin' anna
All on a n***a dick, and talkin' all that mothafuckin' shit
This mix goes out to all you hoes
And this don't only go out to them n***as who had had
Anna with the first time
It's some new n***as on my mothafuckin' dick
But all you tricks can suck my mothafuckin' ass, ho!
Check this shit out

[Verse: Lord Infamous]
I think it's 'bout time to be teachin' you bustas they best to quit stressin' before they get caught up
Gossipin' like bitches, maricóns
Yeah, you talk, but pretend just like the killas don't tell these n***as 'bout what we've done
It ain't nothin' to us so just fuck yo head up with dangerous guns
Yes, the killas are comin', you bustas, you best get 'bout yo runnin'
You know we will see your lame ass in the street, and get about our stompin'
The pump in your face, scattered pieces of an enemy
Scarecrow and DJ Paul - nightmare, not fantasy
So when you try to test the Triple 6 Mafia
.44 mag, infrared, and a silencer, trick!